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[O] Where Is The Fun?

Espiridion strolled through the night, gazing around at the life of the city around him.

He'd stopped here for a short moment in his aimless journey but had decided to stay when he had been invited to the local coven by a Werewolf of all people.

Now he was out looking for some fun.

Espiridion wanted to hit off his first night here in Sicily with an amazing night with someone.

His sure steps slowed a little as he rested his hands on his hips clad in sinfully tight pants. Where could he go to have fun?

The Vampire's honey gold eyes settled on a man stood outside a club wearing next to nothing. Closer inspection revealed that the club was a strip joint. A strip joint with male strippers. Now, that would prove to be fun.

The Vampire sidled forwards with a grin. He'd found his entertainment for the evening.

Espiridion took a seat in one of the booth, his eyes wandering over the lovely sights around him.

Cu'Silt had a small smirk on his lips. Bitch-face was mad at him again, not only was he not doing anything other than serving drinks but he had received complaints from guests who had tried to hire him for additional...activities, and they had become offended when he rejected them to go clean tables.

Seeing the man angry made him happy and he knew that he was pushing his luck, big time, no doubt he was going to be fired soon enough, he had been threatened with it more than once already but Dario had always stopped him from turning around and telling the Jinn to shove his job up his ass.

The Demon strode over to the bar, grabbed his tray and note book before heading over to the tables.

He leaned against the Vampire's table, bright white hair tumbling over his shoulders and chest, his tail swaying behind him happily.

The Vampire's eyes trailed very very slowly and purposefully over the Demon's form.

What a beautiful creature.

They sure made them lovely over in this neck of the woods, didn't they? And a supernatural, too. They were always fun.

"What's the house special on wines?" he asked, his smoky voice soft. It was the sort of voice that you had to listen to to understand what was being said, but listening to the voice captivated the listener. It had a deep quality to it, like a lover's caress to the ears.

The man crossed one toned leg over the other, the tips of his fingers stroking the line of his smooth jaw.

His lips parted in a small smirk, his fangs ever present in his predators smile.

Silt gave the Vampire a once over in return, the man was definitely appealing, he looked like a man that was well acquainted with carnal pleasures.

Still, the Demon was no stranger to sexuality and desire, just to piss off Head-bitch even more his charm was in full effect tonight, the way he held himself, poised his body, the humans in the room would be salivating over him, he hoped the bathrooms were completely full of people jerking off and the other dancers and servers were for the most part, ignored, except for Dario of course.

"House special is a local creation, the Gaja Barbaresco, 80 Euros a bottle. It's a classical bodied nebbiolo, very rich."

He replied, the predatory smile met with one of his own, instead of having a set of fangs Silt's canines were elongated but the rest of his teeth were also sharpened to a dangerous point.

Wine was a common usage of the word blood in Vampiric speech. You never knew what humans were listening into conversations these days. Especially with two attractive men conversing like they were. He was certain numerous people were watching them right now.

Other Supernaturals had picked up on the use of wine in their speech and it had become almost a stereotype of Vampires to drink their blood like wine; in glasses and all.

For the most part it amused Espiridion. So he used it himself just for the shits and giggles of being part of that stereotype.

A light-hearted, amused chuckle sounded from the Demon as he looked back down at the man.

"I'm afraid that vintage is saved for VIP guests only, you're out of luck."

He replied, he could go get him some blood, but he wouldn't, it's not that he didn't want to piss off head bitch, he didn't want to piss off Giacinto and when it really came down to it, she was the one calling the shots in Catania.

"If you're looking to quell your appetite perhaps you should talk to some of the dancers, I bet they would happily take you into one of the backrooms and take care of you."

The young Shifter grunted softly when Silt yanked him forwards by the leather harness he was wearing.

His eyes turned over to the Vampire that had been pointed out.

He waltzed forwards with a little smirk, sliding into Espiridion's lap, arms banding around his shoulders. His hips ground down against the Vampire's as he purred softly in his ear. "I hear you're looking for something good to snack on."

Es didnt move from his position. His golden eyes stared up at the Shifter for a few long seconds before turning in the direction Silt had gone in.

Silt gave a soft huff as he dealt with a large group of women here on a hen's night.

Women were exhausting, constantly groping and grabbing at him, they were the one who thought it was cute to yank on his tail to get his attention, not like his tail was attached to his spine or anything.

Still, he was pleasant enough and dealt with their orders quickly, as usual receiving very few tips in the process.

The Demon leaned against the bar for a moment as he waited for the next round of drinks, grabbing a quick shot for himself to make the night go by faster.

The shifter grinned and reached forwards to give the Demon's ass a rough squeeze when his backside was patted. "And if neither of us get lucky, I'm sure we can help each other out. I've been told I'm a real tiger in the sack," he laughed.

Espiridion's lips curled upwards when Silt appeared in front of him.

"I forgot to warn you that my taste doesn't lie in those with just the ability to turn into animals, that is all. I do hope that didn't cause any trouble for you. I'd be more than willing to make up for any trouble that I caused for you."

Silt pursed his lips a little as the man's gaze met his own, it was clear this man lusted for his body and blood.

Seeing that smouldering need in the Vampire's eyes made him want to give in to his desires, but that would break his defiance against Bitch.

"Unfortunately I don't know your particular taste, I'm just a waiter, nothing more. I can suggest that you keep your gaze on the stage, if someone appears that you find appetizing, approach them directly with your offer."